𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 & 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕

(𝚂) 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑

Tendou loves it when you get embarrassed—the way you bury your face in his neck, the way your waist twists beneath his touch as he guides you with one lazy hand, grinding sweet and slow against him. You try to be quiet, try to be subtle enough in your ministrations that it'll look like you're asleep, maybe; that Ushijima won't notice anything on the other side of the screen. But as you approach your climax, Satori whispers in your ear—c'mon, baby, put on a good show for us, let him hear you—and his grip on you tightens, picking up the speed, your messy cunt dragging against him in a way that tears a needy, tortured moan from your throat. And as you cling to his shoulders in the afterglow, behind the soft words of praise he murmurs to you, you can just barely make out a low moan coming from his laptop.

(Short ik but get this then better stuff yk)